I’ve been depressed for a long time. But it doesn’t feel like depression. Depression is characterized by extreme sadness and sorrow, as well as the whole deal outlined in the DSM.
But I don’t feel a thing. Not a single damn thing. I don’t remember what it feels like to cry, or to be happy, or hopeful. The only feeling I can remember is anger, and even that takes forever to coax out of me.
So what the fuck.
Guess nothing is as easy as it seems, is it. There’s always something in the way. Sometimes you try to make excuses. Sometimes you try to blame others. Sometimes you try to run away.
And sometimes, you just give up and accept the truth. You are inadequate. You are worthless. The entire scheme of the world doesn’t give a damn what happens to you. The people around you don’t give a damn about what happens to you.
We are humans. We are social creatures. We need other people. And yet, even amidst the grandeur of our gilded society, we are all alone.
It doesn’t matter if you’re pretty
or have things all over your face,
because what truly matters is
what’s inside you.
this is actually the most meaningful and thoughtful post i have ever seen on tumblr
(Source: thewalkingcontradiction, via lulufish24)